This whole shopping
business is rather tricky, even more so when you can’t speak the local
language. I’ve just (sort of, kind of, not really) got the hang of French and
now I’m in Italy and it’s a whooole different story. Today, my
shopping experience when like this
Bonjour, sorry..
bonjourNO (?). Um, anglais? Sorry, I mean English? Can you speak English?
Italiano.
Oh, I see (well that
makes sense I guess). Okay, well, I’m looking for a butchery.
*scrunchy up face* Aboooocherry? No.
No.
Okay, um
marcelleria?
No. Yes. Down. Down.
Down (pointing upwards with his hands) left (pointing right, great, now
what exactly do I do with this information?)
Grazie. Chow
Walk walk walk, down
down down left aaaand I’m at the rotisserie where they sell already cooked
meat.
Grrreat. ROUND 2.
Bonjourno, mi scuzi, eh, marcelleria?
Eventually arrive at
the butchery.
Bonjourno. Mi scuzi..
Lamb?
No.
No you don’t have it
or no you don’t understand?
No.
Ooookay. Um, baaaaa
baaaaa. Sheep. Lamb. Baaa Baaa
Aaaaah okay, yes.
The butcher found
this rather entertaining (as did the rest of the customers in the shop) and
proceeded to ask me if I needed some “moooo mooooo” (marching around behind the
counter with his hands as horns held up against his head, what a joker)
Qui. I mean yes.
Two grande mooooo mooooo und zwei (sorry, that’s German) TWO cluck cluck
cluck.
Grazie. Arravadechi.
Mission
accomplished.
Wait, I’m looking
for the fish monger?
Eh?
Uh, fish *proceeds to
make fish like motions (still not understood), *acts out casting a rod and
reeling in a fish.
Aaaaah. Pesceria?
YES. Fifty meter,
left, pesceria.
Phew. ALL in a day’s
work.
